novelhk Chapter 135: Melodious Flute Sounds
Chapter 135: Melodious Flute Sounds
Shu Wanwan tried to calm herself. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and slowly exhaled. As her breathing progressed, her mind gradually calmed, and her anger subsided. Then, she focused her attention on the spiritual energy within her body, trying to stimulate that hidden power and break free from the prison of her inner anger.
At this moment, the black-robed man keenly noticed Shu Wanwan's change and immediately realized that if Shu Wanwan broke through the limits of her anger, she would become a huge trouble. So, the black-robed man increased the intensity of his attack, hoping to interrupt Shu Wanwan's progress.
Yi Siyang watched the black-robed figure approach Shu Wanwan, his heart aching with anxiety. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He knew that if the black-robed figure succeeded, Shu Wanwan would be in great danger. So, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist the black-robed figure's attack.
Yi Siyang clasped his hands together and chanted a spell. A black-red light emanated from his body, forming a circular light shield that separated the black-robed man from Shu Wanwan. Seeing this, the black-robed man sneered and waved his hands. A black smoke flew out from his hands and hit the black-red light shield with a loud "bang".
Yi Siyang was shocked and took a few steps back, but he still held on to the light shield tightly. He thought to himself, "Shu Wanwan, you must hold on!"
Yi Siyang was exercising his energy and suddenly felt a surge of powerful energy surging from his body. He looked down and saw that his right hand had transformed into a giant claw, extremely sharp. He looked at his right hand, his eyes becoming a little colder.
The black-robed man also noticed Yi Siyang's change, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "How is it possible? You actually possess such power..."
Without time to think, Yi Siyang raised his right hand and swung it vigorously, sending a sharp claw wind sweeping towards the black-robed man. The black-robed man dodged quickly, but was still hit by the claw wind. He groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth through his mask.
Yi Siyang took the opportunity to rush forward, trying to catch the black-robed man. But the black-robed man reacted very quickly, and disappeared in a flash. Yi Siyang looked around, looking for the black-robed man's trace.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back. He turned and saw a man in a black robe standing not far behind him, a cunning glint in his eyes. Yi Siyang was horrified and quickly reached out to block the attack.
The black-robed man sneered and waved his hands. A black smoke flew out from his hands and wrapped around Yi Siyang's arms. Yi Siyang struggled hard, but the black smoke became tighter and tighter, and he gradually became unable to move.
The man in black robe said proudly: "Haha, do you think you can stop me like this? You are too naive!" As he said that, he slowly walked towards Shu Wanwan.
Yi Siyang was extremely anxious. He tried hard to break free from the black smoke, but he was unable to do so. He could only watch the black-robed man approach Shu Wanwan step by step, feeling uneasy.
Yi Siyang couldn't care less. A thought flashed through his mind. This was the only way to remove all the seals and restraints. With a thought in his mind, he closed his eyes, concentrated, and tried to awaken his magical weapon.
A moment later, an ancient flute appeared in Yi Siyang's hands. The flute was a brilliant crimson, carved from agate or blood jade, and covered in strange runes. The restraints were instantly broken, and Yi Siyang began to play. The melodious sound echoed in the air, carrying a strange magic.
The black-robed man's face changed when he heard the flute. He stopped and looked at Yi Siyang warily. Yi Siyang continued to play, the flute sound became louder and louder, and the air around him began to distort.
The black-robed man felt threatened and waved his hands. A black smoke flew out of his hands and attacked Yi Siyang. Yi Siyang swung his flute, and the sound of the flute turned into blood-red light, colliding with the black smoke, making bursts of roaring sound.
At the same time, Shu Wanwan finally managed to break free from her inner constraints. She gripped the peach wood sword tightly and soared into the air, its blade gleaming with dazzling light. Her eyes were firm and cold, as if she had become a completely different person.
"Prepare to die!" Shu Wanwan shouted, pointing her sword at the black-robed man, unleashing her most powerful blow. The sword flashed like thunder, slashing at the black-robed man. The black-robed man had no way to avoid it, and was struck by the sword energy, taking a few steps back.
However, the black-robed man was not fatally injured. He laughed grimly: "You are just struggling in vain!"
Shu Wanwan and Yi Siyang looked at each other, neither of them backed down.
Seeing the situation was getting worse, the black-robed man suddenly flicked his sleeve and threw out a black bead. After the bead landed, it quickly released a large amount of black mist, surrounding Shu Wanwan and Yi Siyang.
"Oh no, hold your breath!" Yi Siyang shouted.
The black mist quickly invaded their bodies, causing them to feel severe pain.
Shu Wanwan endured the pain and raised the peach wood sword, trying to dispel the black fog in front of her eyes. Her vision was blocked, and at the same time, she felt that her strength seemed to have been weakened a lot, and the peach wood sword in her hand became extremely heavy.
At this moment, the black-robed man's voice came from the black fog, full of pride and arrogance: "In the end, you still can't resist my dark power!"
However, Yi Siyang didn't give up, but continued to play the flute. The melodious sound of the flute penetrated the black fog and reached everyone's ears. As the flute sounded, their minds gradually became clearer, and their thoughts were no longer confused.
Seeing this, the black-robed man knew his situation was hopeless and turned to flee. However, Yi Siyang's flute had already locked him in, leaving him with nowhere to escape. He was trapped within the flute's range, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape.
Shu Wanwan brandished the peach wood sword, the light from its blade becoming increasingly dazzling. She leaped towards the black-robed figure and thrust her sword with lightning speed. The black-robed figure dodged in terror, but the tip of the sword still scratched his cheek.
The black-robed man was enraged. He opened his mouth and blew out a black mist. A ferocious face could be vaguely seen in the mist, but the identity could not be discerned. The black mist quickly spread, covering the entire room.
Seeing this, Yi Siyang increased the volume of his flute. The sound of the flute was like a stream of clear water, penetrating the black fog and dispersing it. Shu Wanwan took the opportunity to swing her sword again, stabbing the black-robed man. The black-robed man panicked and retreated repeatedly.
Finally, the black-robed man was cornered, with no way to retreat. Shu Wanwan raised her peach wood sword, ready to strike the black-robed man a fatal blow.
However, just as Shu Wanwan was about to make a move, the black-robed man suddenly turned into a ball of black mist and dissipated into the air. Shu Wanwan and Yi Siyang were both stunned. They didn't expect the black-robed man to escape like this.